Chapter 75 Fashion Show

She took off her jacket and washed her hands before going back to the bedroom. She even sniffed herself to check if there was any leftover stench on her, afraid that he would hate her for it.

Her carefulness had been established since she was eight years old.

The faint smell of tobacco greeted her when she opened the door. “What is it?” she asked with a frown.

Mark was standing in front of the French windows, looking out at the snow. His light grey tailored suit set off his tall, straight figure very well. Even his back seemed attractive. “My company will be organizing a fashion show at six tonight. Your designs will be there. You can go if you like.”

Her designs? The only decent work she’s done were the wedding dress designs that he had criticized, right? Finished products were certainly released very quickly. “I’m going,” Arianne replied gleefully.

He didn’t have much to say. He lifted his hand, put it to his lips and coughed twice. “Are you still sick?” she asked after a pause.